tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post2095359855884642201..comments2024-03-29T01:47:48.560-04:00Comments on Jungle Red Writers: The art of the noodge...Jungle Red Writershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16646429819267618412noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-47373197477678993632016-12-26T23:15:45.679-05:002016-12-26T23:15:45.679-05:00Yay, Gigi! Love this. xoxoYay, Gigi! Love this. xoxoHank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-21079471538194695272016-12-26T20:14:46.015-05:002016-12-26T20:14:46.015-05:00I used to thank my husband for stuff he did all th...I used to thank my husband for stuff he did all the time. He'd get grumpy about it. "Why are you thanking me? It's what I'm supposed to do." And I'd explain, sweetly and lovingly, that I was thanking him because I saw and appreciated his efforts. If I just assumed he was "supposed" to do something, but never acknowledged his effort, he'd start to feel invisible and unappreciated. The same went for me and the things I did around the house. After about the first year we were thanking each other for all sorts of stuff, often with appreciative hugs and kisses. Not long after that, friends started remarking on what a happy couple we always seemed to be. It worked really well for us.Gigi Norwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00495357787099352860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-59720262568272969162016-12-26T13:42:57.771-05:002016-12-26T13:42:57.771-05:00Kathy, I'm sympathetic... the whole reason I&#...Kathy, I'm sympathetic... the whole reason I'm such a good cook is that my husband is such a great (vocal!) appreciator of good food. Jungle Red Writershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16646429819267618412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-40204255104977939382016-12-26T13:36:52.481-05:002016-12-26T13:36:52.481-05:00Karen, the shovel story is great. Very Tom Sawyer...Karen, the shovel story is great. Very Tom Sawyer-esque.<br /><br />And I do think the praise method works. But again, as I said, it has to be sincere. <br />And please and thank you. Makes such a difference. Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-51553757264180734642016-12-26T12:54:51.142-05:002016-12-26T12:54:51.142-05:00I tend to go to sarcasm with my noodging, and ofte...I tend to go to sarcasm with my noodging, and often with a story twist. Such as, when husband doesn't at least empty the cereal from his bowl and rinse it out before putting it in sink (took a while to get to sink stage), I say something like, "You know, I was reading an article the other day about a couple who had differences of opinions about how to handle dirty dishes, and, well, the argument was resolved when the woman took the knife still smeared with peanut butter and stabbed her husband." I know, I've read way too many mystery/crime novels to go with my sarcastic bend, so it's kind of your Reds' fault that my husband sleeps with one eye open. Hahaha! Actually, we did have a conversation when he first came in for Christmas holidays (reminder that my husband lives in Kansas most of the time for his job now) about handling dirty dishes so that his time here during the holidays would go smoother for both of us and I wouldn't have to keep nagging. <br /><br />Oh, and here's an interesting bit. Last Friday night, I fixed a meatloaf, which I thought was exceptionally tasty, and husband wasn't saying anything, but eating it quite steadily. I asked him if he liked it, and he said that it was good. The next night, Christmas Eve, he fixed a chicken dish, and son and I complimented husband on it, but he kept asking if we didn't think it was really good. Son got the irony of it.Kathy Reelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17004247271452356577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-35040011062092526792016-12-26T12:30:26.175-05:002016-12-26T12:30:26.175-05:00This is the reason we use none of the inherited go...This is the reason we use none of the inherited good china. Gold rims can't go in the dishwasher. Or can they? Have a delicate cycle. Anyone?Annnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-36692895231726945332016-12-26T11:55:13.761-05:002016-12-26T11:55:13.761-05:00Flora, I think the list of chores would work well ...Flora, I think the list of chores would work well in our house, too. I'm going to try that.<br /><br />I'm so thankful to have a new beautiful dishwasher (doing third load now from yesterday's kitchen carnage--oh, I mean festivities, oops... It took my hubby three major plumbing jobs and carpentry to get the thing in, but he did, and before Christmas.<br /><br />You can bet I'm telling him multiples times a day what a great job he did!Deborah Crombiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16988750789088153601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-84948996496398299542016-12-26T11:31:13.683-05:002016-12-26T11:31:13.683-05:00Wow, this is an education! We use the praise metho...Wow, this is an education! We use the praise method in our house. Seems to work, mostly. When it doesn't well, what the heck. As Hallie says, pick your battles!Kaithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07758348842858993203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-90152320500813609572016-12-26T11:28:40.568-05:002016-12-26T11:28:40.568-05:00Being the one who is retired and having the luxury...Being the one who is retired and having the luxury of reading all day or bingeing on Where The Heart is, I don't noodge. Not much. BUT, someone tell me WTF if she can get the glass as far as the sink WTF she can't open the dishwasher? Huh? Huh? Huh? <br /><br />So I've been know to ask if she is finished with the glass, plate, whatever. <br /><br />It never works. <br /><br />And I got a new cashmere sweater for Christmas so I'm pretty well off. <br /><br />Happy Boxing Day everyone. Ann in Rochesternoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-58198564025596437632016-12-26T10:11:50.749-05:002016-12-26T10:11:50.749-05:00According to the hubby, I noodge, and I'm also...According to the hubby, I noodge, and I'm also direct. I think as I've gotten older, I've gained more clarity about what's important to me, which leads me to be more direct. Luckily, we have the same approach to most things and the same threshold for organization, cleanliness, etc. I can't imagine being married to someone really messy or disorganized. That would make me insane!Ingrid Thofthttp://www.ingridthoft.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-86560414323859076912016-12-26T09:35:56.705-05:002016-12-26T09:35:56.705-05:00My family is not the "noodging" kind. No...My family is not the "noodging" kind. Nope, no siree. Direct and to the point.<br /><br />"Please put your dishes in the dishwasher."<br /><br />"Please hang up your coat."<br /><br />"Please put your shoes away."<br /><br />No suggestions, no choices. Because all off often teens choose NOT to do the thing I'm talking about.<br /><br />The key is to say "please," at least the first time. The fourth time it's "hang up your d@$% coat!"Liz Millironhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04919409969263609919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-45625432662890421492016-12-26T09:20:08.049-05:002016-12-26T09:20:08.049-05:00It's a work in progress, even after 38 years t...It's a work in progress, even after 38 years together (our 35th anniversary is coming up in March). <br /><br />My friend Karen's mother was the queen of the non-noodge. She wanted a hole dug in the backyard, but after repeated requests there was still no hole. She she made a big production out of choosing a big tablespoon out of the drawer, and then marching outside, kneeling down, and starting to spoon dirt into a pile. Karen's dad's curiosity was aroused, so he finally went out to ask her what on earth she was doing. KM: I'm digging that hole. KD: That's no way to dig a hole. Get up; I'll get the shovel. <br /><br />The required hole appeared within a couple of hours.Karen in Ohiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13846039203123720312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-67236311149316736982016-12-26T08:53:46.401-05:002016-12-26T08:53:46.401-05:00I'm not good with noodging gently. I've fo...I'm not good with noodging gently. I've found a more direct approach works. I post a list of the week's chores with the heading: 'These are the chores I need help with this week.' I don't tell the guys when or how to do them--they cross them off as chores get done and I thank them profusely and sincerely.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-39605596249964659852016-12-26T08:41:04.542-05:002016-12-26T08:41:04.542-05:00This started me thinking about what Jonathan does ... This started me thinking about what Jonathan does to get me to do what he wants me to do. I can't think of anything. Does that mean there isn't anything, or that I just don't realize it? Or! That I never do anything wrong :-)? Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-89190256986954571242016-12-26T08:15:33.678-05:002016-12-26T08:15:33.678-05:00I stuck with the one I started out with, and what ...I stuck with the one I started out with, and what I've learned is to pick my battles and not sweat the small stuff. (And always, always speak in cliches.)Hallie Ephronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04759439029582054503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-67929439975472913442016-12-26T07:57:11.708-05:002016-12-26T07:57:11.708-05:00Joan, he sounds perfectly lovely. And Edith too! I...Joan, he sounds perfectly lovely. And Edith too! I think we are all lucky that way and need to remember it:)Lucy Burdette aka Roberta Isleibhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04660402177299546055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-20201583001985032302016-12-26T06:53:11.893-05:002016-12-26T06:53:11.893-05:00Laughter really is key, Hallie, as is tolerance. I...Laughter really is key, Hallie, as is tolerance. I am just so grateful not to be with my ex-husband that I forgive a lot from the current model, who I've been with for fourteen years now. He does all the kitty litter, and all the dishes by hand. If I pluck a dish from the drainer and it's not quite clean, I just slide it into the dishwasher and we're both happy. But he's taught me how to tease, which is one way of noodging around to the truth with laughter.Edith Maxwellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01388006370860482509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-86406365341539702992016-12-26T03:48:10.268-05:002016-12-26T03:48:10.268-05:00Well, neither one of us has ever managed to figure...Well, neither one of us has ever managed to figure out this whole art of noodging thing . . . .<br />If I ask my sweetheart for something, it usually gets done and he never complains about pushing the vacuum around on occasion or having to stop whatever he’s doing to open a jar or a can. And he’s always around to cut up the onions. <br />Most of the time he washes the dishes, even if the kitchen looks like it barely survived World War III. <br />So I’m good with putting his plate in the dishwasher if he leaves it in the sink; he’s probably the one who will be taking it out of the dishwasher and putting it away. And he’s a really nice guy to have around, so I guess we’re good with missing out on the noodging . . . .<br />Joan Emersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06810313925049108163noreply@blogger.com